How Often We Forget

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how often we forget
it is us revolving
around the sun

we sit contemplating
in our living room
the shadows changing

how often we forget
we are mirrors
of others attitudes

we point the finger
pick up a part to act
just impersonating

how often we forget
to simply be a simple
word being thank you

no chats about the sun
moving raising setting
telling ourselves truths

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This poem is included in the bilingual collection California Notebooks 01. Click on the title for info.

 

Eyes Wide Open

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we are here
softly abandoned

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glaring at the shadow of
an airplane on the ground

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one of those luminous day
where every detail is out

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for count and thanksgiving
following a time dark as

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the night upon which we
both struggled with

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eyes wide open to
no avail in fear

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On Writing

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I load on beauty
between silences
those of plants and
lack of rain

these shivering
when reefers come
are not gossip or loud
news they are stanzas

needing spaces
in between needing
solid whites an invisible
bench to sit on

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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02

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Quaderni Californiani

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Sunday’s posts are dedicated to Italian Poetry

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alcune poesie
vagheggiano d’essere
giardini o meglio ancora laghi

racchiusi e sicuri
ideali per meditare
perfetti per lasciarsi andare

dove persino il silenzio
è circospetto prezioso
accoglie e anche

esclude il tempo
come un palpito
trattenuto

tra le mani

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Poesia tratta dal libro “California Notebook” in vendita da Feltrinelli, per avere la vostra copia cliccate qui

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Time

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time leaving
traces everywhere
victims never
to be avenged

time cannot
be hold it can
be classified
never arrested

and if doing some
serious thinking
we last but the
length of a breath

time shows itself
and swiftly go

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This poem is part of the bilingual poetry collection California Notebooks 01  on sale on Amazon.

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Firecrest

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why not marvel

at the thin long beak

of the firecrest

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or cry tears realizing

such songs

came from a thumb

size chest

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he fit the mouth

of my cat

so little it was this

bundle of joy

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covering the sky

among trees

with his wings

soft in my palm now

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Eterea

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come goccia d’olio

trattenuta dall’acqua

 

mi estendo piano

impercettibilmente

 

 

lentamente pascolo

l’anima accudita

 

cresce alta

eterea

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Eternity Roams

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eternity roams
inside me I can’t
help but travel

forever wondering
the mind and space
on earth as in dreams

seeking some order
chasing the waters
harmony to fill me

deep from the inside
to make me a lake
alas at home

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This poem is part of the bilingual poetry collection California Notebooks 01  on sale on Amazon. If you wish you can read the Italian version on the post previous to this one titled Armonia.

Armonia

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l’eternità vaga
dentro me non posso
che viaggiare

perlustro senza sosta
la mente e lo spazio
sulla terra e nei sogni

cerco un ordine
inseguo le acque
l’armonia che riempie

a fondo da dentro
per farmi lago

alas a casa

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Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano!

Questa poesia è parte della collezione bilingue California Notebooks

Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.

A Hint of Poetry for the New Year

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Happy New Year, Happy New Life!

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I wish no one
to die without a hint
of poetry

a hue of love
compassion or
passion

I wish you
all the urge to cross
over this

threshold
while in your home
a nice skin

seeking a touch
from heaven to come

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This poem is part of the poetic collection, available on Amazon, California Notebooks 02  

Inverno

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Sunday’s posts are dedicated to Italian Poetry

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il freddo mi àncora

alle parole del cuore

precise scalfiscono

le pause della goccia

che fugge il rubinetto

intervalli ben scanditi

il respiro teme nascosto

le verità che affiorano

tra i colpi in sincrono

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Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.

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